Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 281

Bachelor might have been blindly loyal to his parents, but he wasn't an idiot.

“Isn't fifty grand a bit low?” Lenora asked awkwardly. “Bachelor, Nash is the only boy in our family, and you've always adored him. You know how hard it is for guys to find a partner nowadays. Houses, cars—you have to prep all of that early. If Nash can't find a good match, Mom and Dad are going to be worried sick...”

Tanya's tone sharpened. “Is it your wife who doesn't want to cough up the money? Tell her to come out here. I want to ask her if she remembers exactly who stepped up when her side of the family was in trouble!”

Right as the words left her mouth, a sharp crash echoed from the kitchen. The sliding door was shoved open with a heavy thud. Everyone turned, freezing when they saw who walked out.

They had assumed Shirley was throwing a fit, but it was Bonnie who stepped into the living room.

Bonnie looked at them with a flat, emotionless expression. She had heard every word from the kitchen. The clearer the conversation became, the more it broke her heart to imagine her mother standing in that kitchen alone, completely isolated over the last three years, listening to them scheme for their hard-earned savings.

“Grandpa, Grandma,” Bonnie began, completely ignoring the warning glare Bachelor was shooting her. “When my uncle's factory was going under, Grandpa did use his connections to help. That's true. But if I remember correctly, my uncle has been sending you a hefty amount of cash every single year since then, hasn't he?”

“And when Patton was fired, it was my uncle who found him his current job. Lenora was stuck as a temp at the hospital, and it was my uncle who pulled strings and handed out gifts to get her a permanent position. Whatever debt we owed The White Family has been paid in full.”

Bonnie enunciated every word with razor-sharp clarity. “When two families are tied together by marriage, they should help each other. But using past favors as blackmail? Staring into someone else's pockets because you're too incompetent to fill your own? Is that family, or is that an enemy?”

The girl who had spent decades as a ghost in this house—whose total word count to them probably amounted to less than a hundred—had suddenly gone on the offensive. Everyone was stunned into silence.

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